Doggerel: Much After Diogenes

 

Dogs love barking 

At strangers, mutts 

 

Like you, too.

 

Stoic Poetic Law Of Diminishing Returns

A Greek poet* and very 

Accomplished one at that, 

Once said poetry is 

Rooted in the human breath, 

And added—as an afterthought, 

Probably—what would we do if 

That breath should ever diminish? 

 

And in the same spirit elsewhere, 

Quoted another poet, a German** 

Well on his way to Elysium, 

Who asked what is the use 

Of poets in a mean-spirited time? 

 

I don’t know 

About you but as one 

Who has accomplished precious 

Little in a vast field overrun 

By well-meaning but unfortunate 

Unacknowledged go-getters 

Sinking in despair, I think 

 

We could all use a well-earned 

Breather and leave it at that, 

Buoyant and resting at last 

In those fertile, mythic, ever green 

Grasses waiting cross the river, 

The slightest distance just 

Over there. 

 

 

 

Tenure Any Minute Now, Prof

When you think 

All those pesky bugs in your system 

Have finally been worked out, 

 

Done with and swept clearly 

Under the rug gracing your spotless 

Private study, and your smug 

 

Smiling mug looks content 

As all get-out, remember to remain 

Vigilant for any loose nuts 

 

That might still be underfoot 

Quivering, poised to bolt 

Out the door the minute 

 

You drop your guard. 

 

 

 

Taking Stock Of One's Self

—for Eleni, priceless as ever 

 

Yes, surely that is 

The only exchange 

Of goods worth keeping— 

 

Find the ones who truly love you, 

Love them selfsame in turn and never 

Give them away. 

 

 

 

 

Haiku: Modest Real Estate Investment Gone To Pot

 

Tilted mini hand- 

Powered tiller rusting in 

Weed-infested lot.